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Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

The boy looked at the space beside him too, and his fear intensified. “Daddy!” the boy screamed and sprang out of bed. Kill the boy now! “No,” Jason objected. At the door, Tommy struggled against the handle. That was when Jason saw it, red-eyed creatures, no taller than two feet, closing in around the boy. Kill him!

They are going to take me away somewhere, and being that I know nothing about this place, I'm going to be in danger of never finding my way back to him. Anger overtakes me, as I continue to struggle, feet dragged through the snow, glaring at Senna and Castiel and all the people standing behind them, working with them. I want them all dead. I don't care who they are or what they want with me, I want them dead. All of a sudden, they burst into flames.

The house began to sink, the bodies began to fall in and disappear. David didn’t back down from a fight. He’d want to face me. But being injured means all bets are off, when you’re desperate self preservation is all you care about. “Holy shit,” Dough said. Fire balls began to spit out of the ground like lava, this was a horror movie on steroids. I balled my hands into fists. “FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN,” I yelled. His laughter filled the air again, maniacal. I swirled around, wishing I had eyes in the back of my head. Murphy came to my side, and we floated back to back.

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

“I am not telling Alexander anything, if that is what you are worried about. I don’t tell him about most things you do, he appointed me to be your shadow. Most times I come into town without anyone knowing, I see you and your boyfriend by the docks. I am happy for you really” The last words made Mae to scrunch her face in disbelief. “Happy for me?” She asked with every distrust in her seeping into her voice. Damian smiled and nodded. “How are you happy for me?” Mae asked him, looking at him suspiciously. Damian smiled. “I lost my sister to mafia men”, he started with a sigh. Mae looked at him with her mouth opened in an “oh” expression. “Yeah, she was just like you. Young and happy, filled w

"I think that choice has to be mine, Mr. Killian. Certainly any woman with a brain who's been involved with Gabriel Peralta for more than eighteen months knows he doesn't work as an accountant or a salesman. I could have shut the door on this any time. So please don't discuss me as if I weren't here." She thought she saw a smile tugging one corner of the man's mouth but it was gone so quickly she wondered if she was mistaken. Daniel Killian didn't seem like the type of man who smiled very much. He lifted his mug to his mouth, disguising any reaction by taking a long swallow of coffee. "Fine. Those are things we can discuss after we get this current situation under control. I just wanted you

Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it. Should— My phone rang, it was sienna. "Hey," I answered. "Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo." "What about him?" "Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems." "What does that mean?" "It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?" "Sienna, what are you talking about?"

Adrian’s thumb hovers above the screen. He should have his assistant reply. That is what a man like him does. He does not answer journalists personally, especially not journalists who have just described his life as a beautiful prison. He replies anyway. “Four is acceptable.” The answer comes back almost immediately. “How generous of you.” Adrian stares at the message for several seconds. Then, despite the article, the board, his father, and Celeste’s warning, Adrian smiles for the first time that morning. It is not a warm smile. It is not a friendly smile. It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the

Remi took the carpeted floor while Alex and Jenna took the last longest sofa. They were all shaken from the near death experience and relieved to finally let go. Jenna sobbed again but in a different kind of relief. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes, too tired to even try to keep himself awake. It'd been a long day indeed.